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AI ArtJuly 19, 2025
This Was the Virus
FBFjell BergenIt started with itching. Then teeth falling out. Dreams got loud. People stopped speaking in words, just sounds. Cities turned into soft, wet things. Breathing walls. Pulsing streets. You’d wake up and your hands weren’t your hands anymore.
We kept calling it a virus. Like names mattered... No cure. No plan. Just the slow slide into something else. Something hungry and calm In the end, we did not fight We accepted, because it was beautiful... (and because it was already too late)
We kept calling it a virus. Like names mattered... No cure. No plan. Just the slow slide into something else. Something hungry and calm In the end, we did not fight We accepted, because it was beautiful... (and because it was already too late)
